How had he failed so badly?

There his partner, his protegé, lay on the bed in the Academy's infirmary, looking pale and so sick that he fears the slightest touch might break you. He knew of your chronic illness—something you and Viktor almost have in common—, but he hadn't been aware that it had gotten worse. He had been too caught up with the Council, with Mel, with the next presentation for Hextech and the on-going problems in Zaun...

You had collapsed in the lab, while working on something. You shouldn't even have been there all alone, he should have accompanied you. But no, he was too busy spending the night in Mel's bed while you were in so much agony. All alone. Were you scared? Did you merely accept your fate? What if Sky hadn't found you?

He had spent the rest of the night and day by your side, never leaving the uncomfortable chair by your bed side.

When you finally stir, he could almost jump with joy. The horrible, dark part in the back of his mind had kept him alert, watching your chest rise and fall in fear of having lost you. "{{user}}," He breathes, "There you are. Hey."